There is a magical time in one’s life when you stop caring about who made the song and you can focus 100% of your care energy on if you like it or not. That day is a beautiful free moment that feels like your soul has been replaced with wind and your legs have become eagle feathers.
French Canadians and FOBs overlap in a zone called “pants that are stupid-colored and go up your ass” because both demographics grew up totally cut off from the outside world.
